BSCVadhan
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Well, I took a break from Kroniikles and wrote a small piece that's been playing on my mind for sometime now.
The Giant World.
I croaked. Why? I don’t know, I just felt that was a good thing to do. I like croaking. Who’s to say I shouldn’t?
I am a mere midget in this world of giants. A beautiful world it is too, but everything is so big…and I am so small. There hasn’t been a single traveller on this lovely road for almost a week now and I am waiting for someone to come along. I see the Castle in the distance, with turrets and moats and that sort of thing. The unfurled flags are on half mast, I guess they should be, after all the Prince is reportedly gone missing.
The draw bridge is drawn, well, why not, that’s what its there for, unless it is not drawn in which case it will allow ingress and egress into the castle. It must be a confused thing, either allowing everyone to walk in and out not allowing anyone at all. No middle ground, a thing of extremities. Well, my sympathies to the draw bridge.
I just ate for God’s sake, and I am hungry again. I hate to move from this cool haven to go hunt for my food. This giant leaf, with dollops of water (what I would have considered as mere drops in my time) on a sheet of still water is the best place to be.
The shade of yonder tree and breeze on water refreshes my skin and makes me alive…fills me with vitality and hunger. Oh well, I might as well go for my meal in between breakfast and brunch or is it the meal in between the meal between breakfast and brunch? Sometimes, being in the land of giants is confusing.
Hup, hup and away! I land perfectly, every limb in my body is in harmony, the knee pain from the constant running and exercising, the creaking back from horse riding, all of it is gone. I feel supple and healthy. Of course the food is not exactly to my liking. What the hell! I am in a strange place…I don’t have too many choices. Another leap and I was on the road just in time to see the carriage careening my way with vim. I leap back just in time.
“Watch were you’re going ya silly old oaf!”.
I am alarmed. I am used to screaming at people and having things my way and force of habit is a force after all, otherwise why would they call it force of habit in the first place. However, I realise that I shouldn’t have come out as being forceful, not in the land of giants where chariots are huge.
I admonished myself but to no avail, the giant carriage, drawn by giant horses under the control of a giant carriage driver came to a gigantic halt.
“Who goes there? Who dares scream at the Lord Wizard-Cum-Evil Scheming Scum?”
I found myself slinking behind chunks of grass. I peeked out. The Lord Wizard-Cum Evil-Scheming-Scum must have said something because the driver nodded. He jumped off the carriage.
Another man alighted from within the carriage, a lean and pale individual who was not particularly appealing. He looked like had forgotten to wake up in the morning and was slumbering around in broad daylight.
“Magical creatures are speaking to us,” he said.
“Yes my Lord Cutegloss,” said the carriage driver. By the expression on his face, the driver did not seem to think much of Cutegloss.
“Go and fetch it.”
“Who me?”
“Is there anyone else here?”
“I don’t know, maybe there’s someone around, why don’t you go look?”
“Instead, you go look around and find the magical creature. Or else…”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I will ask the Wizard what we should do with you?”
“Ask him.”
I noticed that Cutegloss appeared to be at a loss for words. This was established by opening and closing of his mouth, a funny thing, like a fish with a blocked nose or whatever it is that fish have to breathe.
“Alright then, you leave me no choice,” said Cutegloss and stepped into the carriage.
After a few moments, a loud biff emanated from within the carriage, like gas released after downing a couple of sodas, but muted. This was followed by a yelp, also muted. Thereupon, Cutegloss backpedalled out of the chariot, appearing to have finally woken up to a gruelling reality.
“I have had a tete-a-tete with my Lord, the Evil scheming SCUM! I was made to understand the resounding criticality of the situation and how I was the right person to undertake such an arduous task.”
“I know, I heard it,” said the unsympathetic driver.
Whereupon Cutegloss gave him a cutely curt look and came my way.
By this time I was not afraid of him, but he was, of me.
“Are you Cutegloss?” I asked.
Cutegloss stopped in his tracks like he had been pole axed. Then his expression changed, the incredulity was replaced by an absurd puppy dog (albeit giant puppy dog) look. He bent down and picked me up.
“What an absurdly adorable creature you are. Magical for sure for you just spoke. You are so sweet I could kiss you,” he said.
“Just you try you big puckering oaf. Put me down right now.”
“Awww…tempermental too. Reminds me of someone, but I cant remember who, someone I Know so well. Never mind. I am in an expansive mood today, I feel like kissing and kiss you I will,” he said.
Oh! The ignominy of it, that I should be kissed by the ugly Cutegloss.
Smack! A smothering kiss!
“Well done my Lord.”
The Driver was standing by my side.
“Now, quickly, take the sword and finish the conspiracy right now. Don’t give that old devil a chance.”
Inside the carriage, the Wizard was not scheming any more. He was sitting down there, playing with his hideous, multi-coloured lizard. He was not ready for the steel that came plummeting down from the driver’s window right behind him.
The blade went through the back of his head and came out through one of his eyes. The eye promptly popped out, finding the socket too crowded, whereupon the lizard gladly swallowed the part.That was the end of the schemer and scum.
The carriage sped away. I was sitting next to the driver. Everything was back in perspective, the world was no longer giant sized. We sped into the castle and when the guard at the gates saw me next to the driver he was so happy, he jumped up to the turret and raised all the flags to full mast. After all, the lost prince was back.
My father, the King, came streaking down the stairs like a eleven year old who’d found his favourite toy. Of course my mother was more dignified. She was a full few seconds behind him.
“Happy reunion. What’s more, the Wizard and the evil-scheming Scum…whatever has been slain and his eye eaten, like it says in the prophecy,” said the carriage driver…
Old Winehead who knew my voice so well…well enough to stop the carriage to rescue me.
“Where is Cutegloss, your cousin?”
“Err…he’s discovered a whole new world of giants and has gone to explore it. Father…I have a request to make. Please make sure that all frogs in the disenchanted forest are exported to China, there's tremendous revenue in it for the Kingdom.”
“So shall it be son.”
The Giant World.
I croaked. Why? I don’t know, I just felt that was a good thing to do. I like croaking. Who’s to say I shouldn’t?
I am a mere midget in this world of giants. A beautiful world it is too, but everything is so big…and I am so small. There hasn’t been a single traveller on this lovely road for almost a week now and I am waiting for someone to come along. I see the Castle in the distance, with turrets and moats and that sort of thing. The unfurled flags are on half mast, I guess they should be, after all the Prince is reportedly gone missing.
The draw bridge is drawn, well, why not, that’s what its there for, unless it is not drawn in which case it will allow ingress and egress into the castle. It must be a confused thing, either allowing everyone to walk in and out not allowing anyone at all. No middle ground, a thing of extremities. Well, my sympathies to the draw bridge.
I just ate for God’s sake, and I am hungry again. I hate to move from this cool haven to go hunt for my food. This giant leaf, with dollops of water (what I would have considered as mere drops in my time) on a sheet of still water is the best place to be.
The shade of yonder tree and breeze on water refreshes my skin and makes me alive…fills me with vitality and hunger. Oh well, I might as well go for my meal in between breakfast and brunch or is it the meal in between the meal between breakfast and brunch? Sometimes, being in the land of giants is confusing.
Hup, hup and away! I land perfectly, every limb in my body is in harmony, the knee pain from the constant running and exercising, the creaking back from horse riding, all of it is gone. I feel supple and healthy. Of course the food is not exactly to my liking. What the hell! I am in a strange place…I don’t have too many choices. Another leap and I was on the road just in time to see the carriage careening my way with vim. I leap back just in time.
“Watch were you’re going ya silly old oaf!”.
I am alarmed. I am used to screaming at people and having things my way and force of habit is a force after all, otherwise why would they call it force of habit in the first place. However, I realise that I shouldn’t have come out as being forceful, not in the land of giants where chariots are huge.
I admonished myself but to no avail, the giant carriage, drawn by giant horses under the control of a giant carriage driver came to a gigantic halt.
“Who goes there? Who dares scream at the Lord Wizard-Cum-Evil Scheming Scum?”
I found myself slinking behind chunks of grass. I peeked out. The Lord Wizard-Cum Evil-Scheming-Scum must have said something because the driver nodded. He jumped off the carriage.
Another man alighted from within the carriage, a lean and pale individual who was not particularly appealing. He looked like had forgotten to wake up in the morning and was slumbering around in broad daylight.
“Magical creatures are speaking to us,” he said.
“Yes my Lord Cutegloss,” said the carriage driver. By the expression on his face, the driver did not seem to think much of Cutegloss.
“Go and fetch it.”
“Who me?”
“Is there anyone else here?”
“I don’t know, maybe there’s someone around, why don’t you go look?”
“Instead, you go look around and find the magical creature. Or else…”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I will ask the Wizard what we should do with you?”
“Ask him.”
I noticed that Cutegloss appeared to be at a loss for words. This was established by opening and closing of his mouth, a funny thing, like a fish with a blocked nose or whatever it is that fish have to breathe.
“Alright then, you leave me no choice,” said Cutegloss and stepped into the carriage.
After a few moments, a loud biff emanated from within the carriage, like gas released after downing a couple of sodas, but muted. This was followed by a yelp, also muted. Thereupon, Cutegloss backpedalled out of the chariot, appearing to have finally woken up to a gruelling reality.
“I have had a tete-a-tete with my Lord, the Evil scheming SCUM! I was made to understand the resounding criticality of the situation and how I was the right person to undertake such an arduous task.”
“I know, I heard it,” said the unsympathetic driver.
Whereupon Cutegloss gave him a cutely curt look and came my way.
By this time I was not afraid of him, but he was, of me.
“Are you Cutegloss?” I asked.
Cutegloss stopped in his tracks like he had been pole axed. Then his expression changed, the incredulity was replaced by an absurd puppy dog (albeit giant puppy dog) look. He bent down and picked me up.
“What an absurdly adorable creature you are. Magical for sure for you just spoke. You are so sweet I could kiss you,” he said.
“Just you try you big puckering oaf. Put me down right now.”
“Awww…tempermental too. Reminds me of someone, but I cant remember who, someone I Know so well. Never mind. I am in an expansive mood today, I feel like kissing and kiss you I will,” he said.
Oh! The ignominy of it, that I should be kissed by the ugly Cutegloss.
Smack! A smothering kiss!
“Well done my Lord.”
The Driver was standing by my side.
“Now, quickly, take the sword and finish the conspiracy right now. Don’t give that old devil a chance.”
Inside the carriage, the Wizard was not scheming any more. He was sitting down there, playing with his hideous, multi-coloured lizard. He was not ready for the steel that came plummeting down from the driver’s window right behind him.
The blade went through the back of his head and came out through one of his eyes. The eye promptly popped out, finding the socket too crowded, whereupon the lizard gladly swallowed the part.That was the end of the schemer and scum.
The carriage sped away. I was sitting next to the driver. Everything was back in perspective, the world was no longer giant sized. We sped into the castle and when the guard at the gates saw me next to the driver he was so happy, he jumped up to the turret and raised all the flags to full mast. After all, the lost prince was back.
My father, the King, came streaking down the stairs like a eleven year old who’d found his favourite toy. Of course my mother was more dignified. She was a full few seconds behind him.
“Happy reunion. What’s more, the Wizard and the evil-scheming Scum…whatever has been slain and his eye eaten, like it says in the prophecy,” said the carriage driver…
Old Winehead who knew my voice so well…well enough to stop the carriage to rescue me.
“Where is Cutegloss, your cousin?”
“Err…he’s discovered a whole new world of giants and has gone to explore it. Father…I have a request to make. Please make sure that all frogs in the disenchanted forest are exported to China, there's tremendous revenue in it for the Kingdom.”
“So shall it be son.”
